When Westley heard Connor's words, his face darkened, and a hint of viciousness flashed across his eyes.
Westley did not expect that Connor would actually dare to speak to him like this!
It was obvious what Connor meant. He was obviously saying, "Who do you think you are, Westley Holland? I said I don't drink, so I don't drink!"
Westley felt like he had been slapped by Connor.
Connor's words just now might have made him feel even more uncomfortable than slapping him in front of so many people.
Ruby quietly looked at Westley. She was curious about what Westley would do next!
"Brat, aren't you a little too arrogant? You get such a rare chance of getting a toast from Mr. Holland, but you actually rejected him?"
One of the young men stood up and shouted at Connor.
Connor looked at the young man indifferently and said coldly, "I've already made it very clear just now. I don't drink, but he still wants to propose a toast. That's his problem!"
"What do you mean?"
